So the story goes…I was feeling overwhelmed. It had been over a year since I took a vacation.I started making silly mistakes with my work and feeling like I would cuss someone out over the simplest infraction. Yikes! Well, it turns out this guy I’ve been dating (we’ll call him ViC) was in need of a getaway too!
I’ve only been seeing ViC for a few months but we both agreed that we knew each other well enough to the point that it wouldn’t be “weird” to travel together. I was pleased to handle all the logistics! Neither of us had ever gone out of town with a romantic interest so so here’s what I did to make sure that we had a good experience.
The Northeast was hit with a crazy amount of snow over the weekend and quite frankly I’m jealous! I love the snow, but gave it up when I moved to GA. The winter weather might have you wanting to pack a bag and get out of town in a flash! Here are some tips that you can put to use…you know, once the snow is clear enough for you to leave the house.
Remember my post about the quarter century crisis? You might say that this is a follow up to that. Because as you continue to age there are things that you just gotta have. Some things separate the women from the little girls. And once you reach woman status, there’s no going back.
Prepare for the drum roll…
I mean, I’ve only been talking about this for three months. I hope you didn’t lose faith in me! There’s just been a lot going on in my life behind the scenes. Good things, no complaints here. But I haven’t had much time to update you, my beloved reader. So here it is.
On my first day in GA, I almost turned into the She Hulk.
Let me explain.
I’d been on the road for 11 hours. So when I got to my destination, all I wanted to do was get food, take a shower and go to bed.
Tell me, do you think that really happened?
You know it didn’t!
I recently returned home to Maryland from Georgia. And boy was it an experience! I mean that in a good way!
I was told so many different things about Atlanta…
“You’ll never find a man there, everyone is gay and the DL culture is crazy!”
“It’s a close second to DC. You will love it!”
“You’re going to encounter racism – it’s right in your face.”
Sheesh! I didn’t know if I should be excited or scared. Never one to let other people’s opinions dictate what I do, I packed my leopard print suitcase and hit the road anyway.
Last week I made my longest solo road trip ever. I drove from Maryland to Georgia and only made two stops along the way. One to use the restroom and the other to top off my tank. It was a surprise to people that I’d pulled off an 11 hour trip with minimal stops.
“Girl, you be rolling, don’t you?” That’s what one of my grandmothers asked.
I wasn’t surprised though, because I’d prepared myself for the drive with two goals in mind: